[Kinda sorta locked to Duce]
Oz felt a little bad about leaving the party suddenly, but...he'd started feeling like the walls were closing in on him. His skin was itching, and he needed fresh air.
He leads Duce out into the night. The sky is dark and moonless, and Oz takes a deep breath of the crisp air. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks at her, almost apologetically.
"I'm...sorry. I just...needed...to get out of there."
He leads Duce out into the night. The sky is dark and moonless, and Oz takes a deep breath of the crisp air. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks at her, almost apologetically.
"I'm...sorry. I just...needed...to get out of there."